The new lady of the house left her husband to rest and headed to the stables to take her horse for his daily ride.
But whilst Angelica was away in the meadow, an old friend came to call.
"Benedict you old rascal." Lord Marcus Hermshire greeted as he stepped into the bedroom. "Marco!" Benedict instantly perked up at the sight of his old friend. "Its good to see you old friend."
"I leave for the Werther islands for a month and look what happens to you." Marco shakes his head. "Its not that bad. A mere flesh wound. " Answers the Count. "I wasn't talking about your battle wounds..." Smirks Marcus. "It seems that you my friend, have come down with a bad case of marriage. "
"Yes it seems that my mother has finally done it." The Young Count smiles up at his friend. Marco in turn sat down mournfully at the foot of his bed. "My condolences..."
"Oh don't feel sorry for me." Benedict crosses his arms. "She's as good a bride as any. Perhaps even better. "
"B-But she can't... you know..." His friend treaded carefully. "Speak..."
"She may not have a voice but I can hear her louder then any woman I've ever met. She's brave. She rode onto a battle field and tended this herself." He pointed to his saber wound. "She's generous and kind. She had food and supplies delivered to the battlefield regularly. Paid for out of her own purse. In fact, her generosity and beauty has made her some sort of a mascot to the men on the frontline. And indeed, of course such beauty you have never seen."
"Oh I've seen." Grinned Marcus. "Saw the pretty maiden racing by on horseback on my way in. She is indeed beautiful." He paused for a second You know, if your into that whole, heavenly, church girl, Michelangelo masterpiece sort of pretty." Shrugs the young royal, a man who himself favored busty redheads.
"Indeed, she is one of God's masterpieces." Benedict looks off longingly towards the open window. He catches a glimpse of golden hair reflecting off in the distance. She was riding finer then any queen atop the speckled gray horse.
"Youve actually gone and done it!?" Marcus watched in disbelief. "Youve become smitten with the poor girl?!?"
"Maybe I have old friend. Maybe I have."
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Unspoken
Historical FictionAngelica is a mute, an invalid. But luckily for her father, quite a beautiful one. He soon finds out that quite a lot of men would prefer a wife who cannot speak. She is then betrothed to Benedict Arval, a penniless self absorbed count, who's older...
